Sex with the In-Laws

To my readers: This is my first original story. I’ve written other stories before but that was in the Harry Potter world. But this one will be different. I feel kind of naughty writing it. It’s a guilty pleasure. A fantasy of sorts, and I’m not sure if there will be a full-blow plot. I hope so though. I also feel kind of bad cause I’m sort of writing it on a whim. Not tons of planning, like I usually do in order to fully realize a story. I got the inspiration from real-life actually, but none of this is based on it. Anyway, it would be so nice once you’ve read the chapter to leave a review. I may not continue unless I see other people liked it. Even if you liked it only a bit could you review? Heck, I’ll even take constructive criticism. But no flames!


Sex with the In-laws


Chapter One



I stood over the kitchen sink letting the cold air drape over me, beside the open window. I’d just finished putting the dishes away from yesterday’s meals. A little late to be doing that, I know. I’m not good at keeping a schedule. I hope you’re not a nitpicking critic, because I have enough of those people in my life.

Outside a heavy downpour was just starting, it deluged softly above onto the roof above my head. I steadied myself over the sink. If I could just get one nice breath of fresh air it would be wonderful. You see, today I was holed up in my apartment, doing all the chores. I didn't get the chance to go out and hang with my girlfriends.

I steady myself over the sink and reach above to the cabinet, where I swipe a glass down. It’s one of those summery-looking ones, a neon yellow colour with oranges and apples carved into it. Thank god it was me who picked them out and not somebody else like my mother. She has the worst taste.

I pour a glass of water from the faucet and grab my bottle of pills. Birth control. I’ve been on oral contraception for a year. But I find it really painful to take. Whenever I take this particular pill, I swear I can feel the little plunk down in the pit of my stomach. It reminds me with an awful pang of something miserable that happened last year. I’d like to forget about it, but I know I can’t. You see, last year I had a miscarriage. I don’t want to get into the painful details of it. When it happened I cried for at least a week. And I still feel terrible about it, and every time I take my birth control pill, it reminds me of the little being, the little person growing inside me. The little person that I suppose God felt to take away from me. So since last year, I’ve been on the pill and my husband and me aren’t planning on having children for awhile now.

I gulp and force myself to turn away from the sink. In a swift movement I open the oven door. Bread is baking and it looks like it will be ready just in time for dinner.

I go to the refrigerator to get out my husband’s favorite Merlot wine. He prefers it chilled. I can see on the fridge the large magnet of him and me on our wedding day. I press a silly little button attached to the frame. It starts playing canon in D Major. I close my eyes, reliving the moment I had walked down the aisle. The vows had been a bit old-fashioned, and at the time I wasn’t sure I agreed. I had vowed to my husband that I would, “love, honour, and obey” him until death do us part. Recently, he’s been reminding me of these vows quite a bit. Well…I won’t say he doesn’t have reason to.

You see I guess maybe that I’ve been a bit of a problem. I’ve managed to maintain my youth, for despite being twenty-seven, I can easily pass for twenty. He’s thirty-two and actually looks and acts older than his age. A lot of people have always called me childish. But I’ve always retorted back that I’m child-like and certainly not naïve! Not only is it our slight age difference, but it doesn’t help that he’s a staunch conservative and I’m a liberal when it comes to politics. Neither of us is politically active, but I can guarantee to you, the subject comes up when you’re sexually active with someone. Maybe not right away, but if you’re polar opposites in the politics department, it will disrupt you with your sexual partner. It is starting to really nettle me sometimes. I mean the fact that I consider myself a liberal, and almost a feminist. And yet, I’m practically rejecting that in my marriage. Plus, I’m a housewife. I don’t know how I got there. I always thought I’d be the woman in power, maybe a lawyer. But I gave up my job because my husband’s income is all we need, and he’d rather I take care of the house, that way when he comes home we have all our time together.

All the while, I’ve been thinking about this. After I checked on the loaf of bread, I went to lounge on the sofa, lying on my stomach. One slipper-clad foot is arched back, and I lazily brush a strand of my hair. I turn the page into the next chapter of my favourite romance novel, a twisted erotic story, “Venus in Furs.” I’ve read it a startling four times. My husband finds this strange. When he discovered I've read it four times he insisted there would always be something new to learn about me.

After a few minutes, I hear him enter with those familiar footsteps resounding on the narrow hallway of our studio apartment. I’m guessing at this moment, he’s putting his coat down on the hook by the door. Now he’s picking up his paper, 'The London Times'. He slips out of his leather loafers. Of course, like any man he goes into the kitchen, checking that I got a meal being prepared. I was already corrected once, early on in our marriage for not having dinner at least started after his hard day at work. Plus there hadn’t been any other good food in the house. We wound up going out, but not before doing that I was punished.

I'm so glad to see him that I jump from the sofa and glide into the kitchen.

“Bethany…” he says in a light, perfectly congenial voice. His voice is soft but deep. When making love, it is simply thrilling when he whispers into my ear.

“How was it today Thomas?” I ask, in my own brand of softness. He lets me brush up against his neck, and then I stand on tiptoe. I kiss his cheek. He looks over my outfit. In my slippers, miniskirt and nightshirt, it looks like I’m half-dressed to go out and half-dressed for bed.

“Could’ve been better….It doesn’t help that the banks are raising their rates. And that slows their computers down, which doesn't help my job.” My husband is a computer technician at a large British bank. He’s only been there a few years, and he has ambitions to get into management level. He works on their financial figures all day. There are a lot of components to his job, most things I don’t understand.

I reach behind and rub his back, feeling a flood of compassion. “Want to make it a hot-tub night? I’ll give you a massage.”

Thomas smiles, but shakes his head. “I’m too worried to indulge such a thing. Not tonight, Bethany…”

I realize the global recession is something pretty serious. More so than I thought. It’s starting to really scare me. Especially, as my husband has never been like this before. He turns on the TV hastily and flips the channel to BBC news. Just a dumb commercial, which tears him away from the tube and back to his undivided attention onto me.

He jovially slaps his thigh. I know that as the queue to sit on his lap. Within seconds he’s wrapping his arm around my shoulder, as he asks, “So how was it for you today Sunshine?”

I laugh. He calls me ‘Sunshine’ sometimes as my special nickname that only he knows about. It’s pretty ironic, as today has got to be one of the dreariest days England has seen all year.

“I called up Candice. I have plans to see a movie with her Saturday. That is,... if it’s alright with you Thomas?” Candice is my best girlfriend.

He frowns. I recoil inside. I’m ready to argue for this, even if we wind up fighting.

“I don’t think so…Not this weekend.”

“Why not?!” I scream indignantly. “I want a girl’s night out!” I sound like a spoiled brat. I know that. But I don't care. Girls have to be bitches sometimes.

Thomas raises one thick eyebrow, and with his owl-like brown eyes peers at me dangerously. “I wouldn’t take that insolent tone with me, Bethany. At least let me explain why I cannot allow this.”

“Fine…” I sigh as I wait for his explanation.

“My dad’s just reminded me it’s mom’s birthday this weekend. He wants us over his house. So we're making a trip there this Saturday.”

I blankly say aloud, before I realize it, “The In-laws?”

“Yes. You’re going to see your in-laws. No going out with Candice this Saturday. Is this clear?”

“Yes, Sir.” I am quite used to being obsequious. When my husband tells me something directly we agreed I would address him formally.

But still I regret not going. Candice and I were going to go shopping afterwards! I whine and press my head against his shoulder. “I’ll have to call Candice to break the date with her.”

“Too late. I’ve already done it…”

I ask him how the hell he could’ve been so quick. He lingers a moment and says, “I sent her a text message. 'I can’t see you all weekend. Family business.'”

I push off where I’ve been leaning against his shoulder. “Thomas! You sent her a text message! How foul is that?” I see him holding my cell. He must of saw it on the coffee table just now, and decided to take the liberty of texting Candice.

“You send hundreds every month Bethany…and let us not forget, I’ve allowed you that frivolity.”

“I know but- but. It was tactless!”

I roll my eyes. Men can be so stupid sometimes. I mean, I know three of my girlfriends who got dumped through a text message!


*


An hour later, we’ve eaten our dinner, frozen sausages, with the bread I baked and asparagus. We’re back to watching the news. Thomas is drinking his favorite red wine and I’ve decided to have one for myself today as well. I’ve already cleaned up the kitchen and the plates, just like the good and dutiful wife my husband expects me to be.

We were watching my husband’s favourite conservative talkshow. I can hardly bear it and contemplate going upstairs to read “Venus in Furs” again.

“I can’t stand that sexist son of a bitch!” I rant to myself in a whisper. Maybe it was a loud whisper.

Thomas turns his head to look straight at me. But then says nothing and his eyes are glazed over the stupid program again.

I gripe, “Come on, Thomas….My favourite soap operas are on…Why do we have to look at this crap?”

“You know….I don’t like it when you use bad language…Dirty words are only for sex. And you know our rule, my show and then you have the whole night to watch your video recordings.”

“I don’t care! It’s disgusting how you practically worship that monstrous Neo-con…I can’t believe you forced me to go to the book signing. I’m going upstairs.”

I move to get up, but Thomas reaches forward. He grabs my wrist. I bite my lip. I know what I’m on the verge of getting it. I’m not so sure I really want to be in so much pain tonight. I shudder and wind up whimpering, “Thomas….Please Sir!…I’m sorry.”

My knees wobble as I wait to be dragged over his lap. But he doesn’t.

“Sit back down Bethany…There's something I have to say.”

My jaw drops. But I comply with him at once. I’m kind of shocked that he isn’t at least verbally reprimanding me for my outburst.

“When we go to Liverpool Saturday…there’s something you need to know. I think it’s best if you know it in advance. That way he doesn’t spring it on you.”

“What? Who?”

He takes a deep breath, but then he looks so calm. I can’t believe what he says next doesn’t bother him, like it does me! “My father wants to spank you.”

“What? But you- What did I do to make Mr. Talbot want to spank me?!”

“He thinks…” Thomas sighs. Finally, I see a sign that he isn’t taking this as well as I assumed he was a moment ago. “He thinks…You have the potential to commit adultery. He wants to nip it in the bud now, to prevent it ever happening in our marriage.”

And now I’m close to tears. “T-Thomas I- I won’t ever cheat on you. Please believe me!”

“You can say that now, Sunshine, but you don’t know what will happen in the future. Our future.”

I lurch irritably at hearing him call me Sunshine. “How can you not support and defend me against him? Thomas please! Why can’t you give me a lesson instead?”

He hesitates. “I think it’s alright. Bethany…” Deep down, although I can’t admit it yet, I can see the two men’s reasoning. I tend to let freedom go to my head. I just love my freedom too much. I guess it was possible I could lose touch with Thomas. And it was true, I consented to dominant discipline being part of our relationship. And I guess my father-in-law, Mr. Talbot saw me as a bit pugnacious. Yet Mr. Talbot certainly hadn't ever been kind to me. I'd actually grown to fear him a little. And then there was my own father. He never spanked me. In fact, he never grounded me either. No wonder, it was so exciting when Thomas told me when we were dating that he thought I needed boundaries. But I wasn’t calmed down. Not just yet…

“No Thomas! Please, you can thrash me right here! …” I rise off the couch and get in the position of kneeling at his feet.

“I’ll show the marks to your father on Saturday. Please?”

“It’s already been agreed to and I’ve also come to the conclusion-“

“But why?!”

“Because my mother was an infidel!” says Thomas. There is a note of hurt in his voice. “Years ago, when I was growing up. She actually moved out of the house for a few months…Then she came back.”

I listen quietly. I’m shocked to hear Thomas divulge this.

“I guess my father thinks if only he exercised more control over his wife, my mother…she wouldn’t had felt the need to see other men.”

“Alright…I suppose my father-in-law can do it.”

I sit back down, and gaze calmly at Thomas. I’m letting him know I can process this without too much of an uproar. But I still feel a surge of fear, at the thought of being draped across Mr. Talbot’s knee. The only man that ever spanked me was my husband. It probably won’t be as ugly as how I’m imagining it…and then my thoughts drift to Thomas’s mother. So she’d been fickle. I just couldn’t imagine in my wildest dreams Elise getting a spanking from her husband. She just didn’t come across as submissive at all.

I smile up at Thomas.

“Come here,” he says eagerly.

I stand up and he pulls me into the bedroom. We’re on the bed and his passionate, full kisses enrapture me to his presence and tingle my skin. I unbuckle his belt and moan into his ear. Through this sign of escape and surrender, I let Thomas know I am his. He is my master, and I hope he can believe it can and will last forever.


Note: Please review! Yes, Bethany’s father-in-law will spank her in the next chapter. More will happen besides that. Elise is also going to be in it, and maybe Thomas's siblings.

The inspiration for this came from real life. I was browsing the Internet and found a site on real-life dominant husbands. Somebody mentioned that their father-in-law wanted to spank them. So here is this story.